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I have studied many times the marble that was chiseled for me
A boat with furled sail at rest in the harbor
In truth, it pictures not my destination,
But my life.
For love was offered me, but I shrank from its disillusionment
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid
Ambition called me to, but I dreaded the chances
Yet all the while, I hungered for meaning in my life
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny wherever they drive the boat
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire
It is a boat longing for the sea, and yet afraid
A boat with furled sail at rest in the harbor
In truth, it pictures not my destination,
But my life.
For love was offered me, but I shrank from its disillusionment
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid
Ambition called me to, but I dreaded the chances
Yet all the while, I hungered for meaning in my life
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny wherever they drive the boat
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire
It is a boat longing for the sea, and yet afraid
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